My brother and his fiancée have recently had a beautiful bouncing baby boy Zachary, and we've been excitingly chatting about his first holiday next year.
There's nothing I love more than looking at old photos from my childhood (bar the 10 year old school pictures that is- my eyebrows aka Carpet World samples were let's say, ahead of their time when it came to brow trends, and most of those scary shots have found their way into the bin-eek!
I want to start by writing how incredibly grateful I am that this blog means wonderful travel opportunities for my family and I which allows us to see and experience parts of the world we've not visited before, both near and far.
We love holidaying in this house (well not in this house, that would be ridiculous and not like going away at all)...I'm talking escaping to still waters, golden sandy beaches and roaring heat.
...I'm an optimistic, always paint a smile on, fun loving kind of lady as those who follow this blog might know...but I really don't feel like that girl right now.
Born in Leeds, I spent 11 years in London after university before returning to my Yorkshire roots, yet when I visit Cyprus, I somehow feel I'm home again. In 2010, I flew there solo to meet my folks who were holidaying there, so my father's Mum, my Yiayia (Grandma), could meet my firstborn Oliver. Here are some of my memories of that time there...
I often think of my far away family and more so now the new baby is nearly here. As a British born Greek Cypriot, my beloved 95 year old Grandma (Yiayia) lives in Cyprus with the majority of my father's family and my husband is an English South African whose relatives live in Port Elizabeth.
